it seems like the closer a person is to me, the more reluctant i am to activate the psychologist in me.
maybe i just refuse to see them or see the interactions as just another unit to analyze, to simplify, to manipulate.
so i become like a layman, helpless and unaware by choice.
and people say: you're a psychologist, you should know how things like these work.
trust me, i have never been of the notion that human interactions should be so flippantly broken down, nor that psychology should aim to essentially bring us down to mere equations.
if i could, i wouldnt.
only then will life become simple.
i am but twenty-two, and the world has already worn me down to a cynical fifty.
a revival of the dead poets society would be nice.
sans the wilderness campfire.
so petrified, i'm so scared to step into this ride
what if i lose my heart and fail, declined
i wont forgive me if i give up trying
if this aint love, then what is
i'm willing to take the risk.
perfection at 11:57 PM